My bed welcomed me with open arms as I threw myself drenching my pillows with my tears. Another one out of the window and another break into my heart. It's not fair. From borings dates with slimes, to frog men who re-eat their meals they barf up and little amphibian men with their little men complexes. I've dated every one of them and haven't found my prince yet. I finally had met a Septarian who intrigued and kept my interest. A charming lizard man with the most exquisite hair that was sleek when combed over. I asked several times for his hair care treatment that had been answered with swimming around in the swamps which rewarded me with his muscular body in a swim suit. I longed and desired to have an intimate conversation, but was always bombarded with the most dubious questions about my mother. I loathed the association with the "monster caver". I loved my mother to pieces, but her title left me in a shadow I wasn't sure I'd be able to step out of. Everyone applauded her for her conquests of taking land from the monsters and battles of her running out victorious. I, on the other hand, was irked by her actions. It's as if everyone was expecting me to be another monster slayer like my mother, but I had different plans in mind. I didn't want to continue her legacy, it's as if my destiny was written before I even got the pen and paper. I wanted to find out what I want to do, what I want to be known for, and for what my tapestry will have hundreds of years from now. I knew I had to rebel if I wanted to write my own story that will be told. That's why I started sneaking out from the Rose Tower from the old shipping canals that my Father helped me map out. Father understood my problems perfectly. He knew I wanted to be known for my own accomplishments instead of continuing my mother's. I did have some Mewmen friends from nobility, but none caught my interest whatsoever. I adored their company when we'd go out together, sharing meals and watching plays. However, I felt something missing. I wanted to be able to share all of my secrets and problems with someone, someone I could do everything with and tell everything to. I decided what better partner to have than a monster. I was always the black sheep at family gathers and Royal events. Even with my friends I stuck out like a sore thumb. I remember when I started going on dates the horrified gasps my friends let out. They giggled and applauded me for my rebellious actions. Everyone would gather in a circle as we ate our corn chips and snookers at my slumber parties as I gave the juicy details of my dates. I already knew that the next slumber party was going to be filled with so many tears. Everyone adored my Septarian boyfriend, but it's a shame he doesn't seem to like mewmans or me for that matter. I never felt like I broke through that scaley thick skin. I longed to have more meaningful conversations, but was never given them. Each date became duller the next. I think it was finally time to find the next monster. I always tell myself this, but always go back apologizing for being upset and go back to the pitiful cycle or boredom. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I want. My mother doesn't exactly have a healthy relationship with "Alphonse the Worthy" who my mother never saw as worthy as a husband. She claims she doesn't need any throne candy around, but I beg to defer. I'd like to see myself in the future jointly ruling with another, but if my rebellious dating streak continues, I'm doubtful of that. It's not that I don't like Mewman boys, but I just feel like I'd be happier with a monster. I let out a big sigh and decided to go see father, he must be at his cabin by the seaside writing up his discoveries as usual. I'd like to speak with my mother, but she'd go berserk if she heard a monster broke my heart. Father never asks for too much details and respects my privacy. I once asked grandmother Skywnne for advice and all she said was to just wait until they get divorced and make my move, which isn't exactly the best advice. It's like I come from a family that I don't belong to. I feel like a complete stranger and no one truly understands what I go through. As I walked quietly down the steps I heard the distant noise of the water drops echoing. It had rained earlier, maybe it hadn't let out yet. The sound of rain drops turned into the splashing of water as my red striped friend rose up.
"I was waiting for you, are you alright?" he asked as he stretched his body to a bigger size.
"I'm fine, it's the usual with the Septarain, it's done for good now." I responded.
"Eclipsa, I told you he was trouble, they're feared by so many monsters."
"That's funny, I thought the "Plucker Of Limbs" was more terrifying." I snapped.
"Look, I'm you're friend which is why I warned you. Don't think I enjoy seeing you hurt, it hurts me too." he explained as he started to slowing move my boat down the stream.
"I appreciate the thought. It just hurts that's all."
"I know it does, hey there's a carnival at the square, let's go get some corn shakes and corn ships." He suggested as we exited the canals and shrank down to his small size making his way to my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I had other plans, I'd like to see Alphonse instead." I said, but he slipped off my shoulder and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright." I screeched as I fell to my knees to help him up.
"I'm just a little hungry that's all. I haven't been exactly eating. You always make me feel so bad about eating." he nervously laughed.
"Well of course I do! You eat Mewmans! People who have lives, loved ones, jobs, and so many other aspects that they share in the community." I replied setting him down and crossing my arms aggravated that he brought it up again.
"Yes, you do understand that my species of monster eats people? You don't think you and others make me feel so bad about it? How about next time you eat some roast pig-goat I'll yell out 'Hey! He had a family and loved ones!', I'm sure you wouldn't like that."
"I don't even like pig-goat! The only living thing I eat is fish! Look, I understand there's a barrier between us being monster and Mewman, but please, for my sake find an alternative. Otherwise, I don't think we can be friends anymore." I sadly stated as I saw the anger fade from his face.
"Please don't, I like our friendship. I tell you everything and you're so great to talk to." he pleaded.
"I like our friendship too, and I like that I can tell you all my secrets."
"Don't cut me off then, let's find a compromise then.
As we continued chatting as I walked under that moon lit path I realized something. Globgor was the only friend I had that I could confine in everything. He gave me the special attention that no one else gave me, not even my Mewman friends. I bought Globgor an extra large frosty corn shake along with some corn dogs and chips. I really do hope that can satisfy his hunger. It's not that I want to change him, but I rather he find new ways to live without people fearing him. I still remember the slumber party I had where I brought him up and everyone cowered in panic. I wish everyone could see what a sweet heart of gold the fanged tooth monster had, he was as capable of compassion and kindness just as much as they all were. I said my bye to him as I left him on the benches by the seaside. It was very late out so I know I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing him as he ate. I know father was most likely still up writing in that big book of his. I knew I desperately needed this talk with him.